All Chapters of His Twisted Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dawn’s Point of ViewSaturday arrives, and I can’t stop thinking. I’m alone in bed, and my head throbs. I cried the entire night until I couldn’t.People have sex, right? It happens in college. Fuck whoever you want, so why do I want the man who hates me to hold me? I must be insane.I didn’t even ask him about the game. I don’t know if he wanted me there or whether showing up would cross some line we haven’t discussed, and I spend the morning going back and forth about it.“So, you and Kill?” She asks me, walking around waiting for me to give her something, but I shake my head because I can’t. I can’t talk about it.She is fully dressed and looks like they are going to the game.“Well, it was great. How was it with Niall and Jordan?” I hit her shoulder, and she chuckles, shaking her head.I know she’s in a relationship with both of them. I don’t ask how it works because each to their own.“Perfect. I could tell you all about it. But I am dying to know what happened,” she says, almost

Dawn’s Point of View“I am not yours.“The words come out loud enough that the people turn to look, and I don’t care; I am already moving, pushing through the crowd towards the door because I can’t stand in that room for another second with Tiffany’s smudged makeup burned into the back of my eyes.He catches my wrist before I make it three steps out of the room.“We need to talk,“ he says through gritted teeth.“Let go of me.“ I yank my hand out of his grip, but it’s too tight.“Dawn—““Killian.“ His name comes out like a warning. “Let go.“Tiffany’s voice floats over from somewhere behind him, calling his name, and I feel his grip loosen by a fraction, and I use it, turning sideways and pushing through the bodies between me and the door until the cold night air hits me and I can breathe again.I pull out my phone. I need a cab. I need my bed and my room. I need to be away from all this. This was a stupid idea.So many things are going through my mind, and I hear footsteps behind me.

Dawn’s Point of ViewMy heart is thundering so hard, I can hear it in my ears.“Show me what you do.” His voice reverberates in the room, and I feel the hairs on my arms rise as I stare at him.No. He will see everything and then—no.He is sitting across from me in the low light of his bedroom, and he wants to see me, and I don’t know how to explain what he is going to see between my legs. It’s been my secret with Damian for years.“I don’t want the light on,“ I say, my voice shaking. I sound as if I am out of breath.“Dawn—““You will not want to see me with the light on,“ I say, and my voice comes out steadier than I feel. “Trust me.“He is quiet for a moment, and I can’t read his face. His gaze is locked on me, and then slowly his hand travels down my body, and then he stands and crosses the room slowly, and he stops in front of me and crouches down so we are level, and he looks at me with an expression that I can never read; then it softens.“There is nothing about you that could

Damian’s Point of ViewI never thought I would see the day Dawn looked at me like I was a monster. For as long as I can remember, she has looked at me as if I hung the stars for her.It was as if I were the safest place in every room, the way her eyes would always search for me whenever she walked into a room. No matter what happened or how badly the rest of the world treated her, she could always count on me.This morning she looked at me as if she didn’t recognize me.I did that. I ruined our friendship. I stood in Killian’s bedroom and watched my best friend curl into his side and tell me not to touch her, and something in me broke.She should have been mine. Not Kill’s. She was mine, and I pushed her into his arms.I know how that sounds. I know I gave up any right to that thought the moment I chose Bree, the moment I stood in a hallway and called Dawn no one important, the moment I watched Connor humiliate her and did nothing. I knew I lost her.When she asked me to be her first,

Dawn’s Point of ViewI am running as fast as I can once the car comes to a stop in front of the mansion.I go through the foyer, then up the stairs. LJ is behind me, calling my name, and all I can think is that something happened to her, that she is hurt. Mrs. Larsen has been a mother to me ever since I met her.Unlike my mother, she was always there, treating me like her daughter. So, if something happened to her, I can’t—no. She’s fine.I know how bad her lupus is, and on bad days, I had to stay with Damian and take care of her.I round the corner, ready to go to her room, but stop because Mrs. Larsen is standing in the hallway, looking healthier than the last time I saw her, a cup of tea in her hand and a warm expression on her face that shifts into surprise when she sees me skidding to a halt in front of her.“Mama?”My voice comes out small and cracked, and she smiles at me, the smile she has had since I was twelve years old and showing up at this house because mine didn’t always